Mistakes have been made,
But no one will be blamed…
“These things happen.”
Maybe some are my fault;
It’s hard to know exactly
Where the fingers slip
And the glitches begin…
Symptoms of the po-mo age,
And it could be worse–
It could be raining.
I should disconnect,
Go gridless and rest,
Get some exercise…
Emerge from my nest
Of electrical tech
Into the sunshine.
That sounds sublime,
But I’d feel so alone
Without all the souls
Who live in my phone.
I can relate!
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Thanks! I hope they stop glitching for us both.
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Me too!
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Sad panda πΌ
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Brilliantly Everyone Always β€β€β€
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Thank you πππ
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Nicely done!
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Thanks π
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Welcome π
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The perfect poem for our times!
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Thank you!
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